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Greg was beaten senselessly. Dmitri was the head henchman of the Volkov. Tall. Broad. Buzz cut. And a thick moustache.

They were in a grey windowless room. A buzzing bar light. Flickering. Flies.

Greg. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. Dmitri had the task of ****.

Dragged by the ear and kicked in the gut.

Dmitri found out that Greg’s estranged wife was now working with Moorfield at The Pony. Greg didn’t know why Nadia was involved in mafia dealings — but now so was he…

“You work for Moorfield don’t ya? Or the fucking cops? Fucking accountant, eh?” Dmitri said.

Greg was breathing heavily. Lying flat on the floor. It couldn’t end like this…

“Please…” Greg said.

“Your fucking wife cheating on you, eh? Pathetic…” Dmitri said.

“I—I want her to cheat…” he said.

Dmitri scowled, “No man would ever say that…”

Mila was listening by the door. The Russian redhead beauty. He wanted her to cheat?! Her pussy got wet… And she bit her lip.

I hope he survives this… Mila thought. Something about this Greg was turning her on — maybe something about his money, but she liked a man she could step on…